Chapter 911 910 Monica and Mosna forget both the good and the bad, the past is
Chapter 911: Monica and Mosna·Forget the good and the bad, the past is empty - monthly ticket + updates [510]
"Buzz"
Murphy and Adele walked hand in hand out of the narrow gap that had shrunk to the point where only two people could pass through it while hugging each other. The moment he returned to the material world, the administrator felt the roar and pull from behind.
trip.
It was like many hands were pulling him, unwilling to let him leave so easily.
Obviously, the greedy subspace does not intend to let go of any unlucky guy who enters it and steals the treasure, but as a noble administrator, Murphy always has privileges.
He turned around and looked at the crack behind him that was still trying to fight back under the suppression of the pale light. The originally calm chaotic power in it was like a "roaring wave" in a small basin, turning into a purple-black solid ghost claw trying to hold it.
The bodies of Murphy and Adele pulled them back to the origin of chaos.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but your ghost place is too simple and simple. I have no plans to go there again recently!"
Murphy waved his hand, and a cool red light blade burst out from his hand, and was covered with the power of the Omega program and slashed down with a sword, smashing all the ghost claws that poured out, allowing this crack that has existed in the material world for thousands of years to finally...
A counterattack was solved neatly.
The Omega program that erupted here surged out an energy shock, and combined with the suppression seal of the Beta program, the final crack was pressed back into another dimension in just a few seconds.
There is only a crack left in place that is still shining with irregular white light, like a suturer with poor skills carving a "sew wound" in the real space.
At this point, the rift in the subspace has been completely sealed, and the Omega program is still working hard to smooth out the remaining entanglement between the two planes, just like smoothing out the depressions on the wall with putty. When the last process is completed, this
The aftermath of this disaster that has lasted for thousands of years will be truly put to rest.
Because the rift in the subspace was closed, the irregular gravity disorder zone that existed on the fourth underground floor was also rapidly weakening. The rubble suspended in the air fell into the deep valley below. However, this ghost place was occupied by two kinds of things that were higher than reality.
Shaped by energy collisions for a thousand years, the physical properties of this area have been permanently changed.
At least the suspended stone bridge will be preserved as a silent witness to the thrilling but unknown secret events that happened here.
In this background, Murphy flapped his wings and turned around, and saw Monica, the amnesiac sentinel who was tied in place with chains by Old Flywheel and Sharon, who was still struggling and shouting "Protocol Three! Protect the Incarnation of the Creator"
Well, now she should be called by her real name, Mosina.
"Are you going to tell the sentinel, whose emotional circuit seems to be a little abnormal, what happened just now?"
Adele whispered beside Murphy:
"I think it's a little too cruel that we just witnessed her sister's sublime and emotional self-destruction."
"I didn't have to say these cruel words with my own hands."
Murphy glanced at the memory core he was holding in his hand, which was still being washed repeatedly by the Omega program. Another more precious thing was being hidden by him in his close-fitting leather armor.
Except, no one knows what shocking things happened in subspace today.
Even Mannis, the man who proposed the risky plan, could not judge whether Murphy succeeded by going back in time. Mannis's ability was ineffective against any power higher than it.
Murphy touched the memory core in his hand and said:
"Monica has already left everything she wanted to say in this thing. It's better for the sisters to complete this farewell that is a thousand years late."
He looked at this thing, and the memory core in his hand quickly gave the item label:
Name: Sentinel Standard Memory Core·Elite Unit Upgrade/Personification Plug-in
Item special effects: Used to store memory data of individual Sentinels. Internal data can also be exported using special devices. However, incorrect activation methods will trigger its self-destruction program, so it is not recommended for non-members of the Sentinel Legion to operate it.
hint!
Under the influence of the power of subspace, the internal program of this item has undergone some indescribable permanent changes. It is judged to be a harmless modification. However, in order to avoid affecting the action mode of the Sentinel Legion, please do not enlarge the special program in this plug-in.
range spread.
Item description:
【
Look carefully. On the back of this memory core, the names of more than 1,370 individual sentinels are arranged in an astonishing micro-carving technique. This is their tradition. Only those who have made glorious achievements in the sacred mission of fighting against subspace.
Only the sentinels are qualified to be commemorated in this way.
Monica's name will eventually be among them, and she may even be ranked at the forefront and become a member of the mechanical pioneers.
But to be honest, I don’t know how they awakened to this strange tradition. When I wrote the mechanical thinking blueprint of the Sentinel system, I clearly did not add these strange functions.
Perhaps due to long-term combat with subspace, their behavioral logic has changed unpredictably.
In other words, these mechanical little sisters are becoming more and more like humans.
But that's not a bad thing, right?
Who can resist a group of 'mechanical nuns' who are loyal to their mission and capable of fighting?
——
Love comes from [DATA EXPUNGED]
】
"Lo and behold, she also understands sadness."
Murphy shook his head and said something, then flapped his wings and landed next to Mosna. He waved the Sentinel Commander standard combat lightsaber he took from Monica in his hand to cut off the chains that bound Mosna.
The latter immediately jumped up and stammered to Murphy:
"I'm sorry, Administrator, I didn't predict that the thing on the other side would move. Because of my mistake, you encountered an unexpected danger. Please allow me to tell you"
"No need, that's not a bad thing, both for me and for you."
Murphy waved his hand. He did not take the time to explain to Mosna what he encountered on the opposite side. He just handed the memory core in his hand to the amnesiac sentinel and said:
"Put it on, and then you will know what happened in a thousand years. Don't worry, it has been purified, and those memory data will not become a memetic carrier of subspace pollution."
"Can I say no?"
As a maintenance sentry, Mosina looked at the "unknown origin" memory core in Murphy's hand with a suspicious look. She said:
"According to Article 119, Paragraph 4 of the Sentinel Code, it is a serious disciplinary violation to arbitrarily delete or modify one's own components without applying for approval. If serious consequences are caused, it may even be scrapped. I don't want to"
"You can't say no!"
Murphy interrupted Mosina's timid defense, thrust the memory core into her hand, and said:
"If you don't install it, you will regret it for the rest of your life, and this is an order from the administrator. You said before that you must obey my order before you return to the Sentinel Corps, so install it!
This is not a request."
"All right."
Mosina curled her lips and took the memory core with the Omega program still shining. She couldn't complete the installation of the additional module by herself. After all, the slot was on the back of her head, so she couldn't put her own
Just remove the head and complete the installation, right?
So you need your own apprentices to help.
Before the three of them got busy, Murphy asked again:
"Now that the warp rift has been sealed, the components of the Beta program are useless, right? Can I take it with me?"
"Why take it away?"
Mosina asked in surprise:
"That thing is very heavy and cannot be used as a single-person device. Moreover, the energy consumption every time it is started is extremely exaggerated. Only this military-grade energy capsule is barely enough to charge it."
"But it can seal the subspace rift for a thousand years, which means it can also be used to trap those subspace creatures."
Murphy explained:
"Considering that I will definitely have to deal with these bastards more and more frequently in the future, I think I should find some more effective clamping and restraint methods than the Omega Program in advance. I can't let me go up and fight for everything.
Bar?
And I also have a military-grade energy capsule.
Can you please help me modify the effective structure of the beta device after you solve your current problem? I hope to equip the 'Warmaster's Arms' with more weapon accessories for subspace special attacks."
"Oh, that's no problem."
Mosina replied:
"The beta program module already has the original design of weaponization, but it is just a blueprint for use on an airship. You only need to modify the underlying design to make it a power armor accessory. It just so happens that your set of power armor has a unique design.
Multi-standard interfaces command the array, which is very convenient when changing equipment."
"Okay, I'll trouble you then."
Murphy nodded, then activated quantum communication and asked Sister Cement:
"When will Cadman City arrive at the scheduled landing point?"
"It will take about thirty minutes, Mr. Murphy."
Sister Cement replied:
"But the situation at the Crimean Fortress is estimated to be difficult to last for thirty minutes. The winter wolf Eris who just appeared is no match for Kherson, and the God of the North Wind is not the only enemy facing Kherson.
.
The enhancement given to Xugesen by the Lord of Hunting has grown his strength to the point where he can overwhelm the Golden One.
If no powerful factors appear, the ending of the God of the North Wind will be very bad.
Just now, Lady Tris has asked me to please return there immediately to take charge of the overall situation. I helped you conceal your accidental entry into the subspace, so as not to worry Grand Duke Tris."
"well-done."
Murphy took out his mechanical pocket watch and looked at the time and said:
"How is the preparation status of the 'Warmaster's Arms'?"
"It recharges its hidden back energy in the energy cabin in the swamp forbidden area. It can be completed in up to ten minutes. Do you need me to activate its combat mode for you?"
Sister Cement said with a researcher's exclamation:
"I have to say that the weapons you prepared for this battle are beyond our imagination,"
"Keep charging, don't rush for a few minutes."
Murphy said:
"After charging, let it enter the ejection platform and launch it directly to the Crimean Fortress battlefield with the containment tank. I need to rush over immediately to see the situation. If things go wrong, I can at least send Old Sutou to the end with my own hands.
One ride.”
"receive!"
Sister Cement replied.
When Murphy walked towards the teleportation board, the last available support team in the R-9 base was already in place.
More than fifty furry black or gray werewolves were waiting for Murphy's judgment on their fate with anxiety and anticipation. They all wore Farstrider protective gear and were issued weapons, which seemed to symbolize
A less terrible future is already open to them.
"Your leader Marcus has completed the difficult task I assigned him, and you will also be on the stage of the mainland as a source of civilization today."
Murphy played with the Sentinel lightsaber in his hand and said:
"I have prepared a faith contract for you. After signing it, you will gain the freedom to no longer be bound, but the premise is that you must take actual actions for this generosity.
This is a battle destined to be difficult.
So my advice to you is to fight bravely so that Lao Sutou can see your potential and let me not regret making this decision.
Werewolves, you are going to enter the battlefield under the leadership of vampires, are you ready?"
"Of course, Lord 'Benefactor'."
A strong and wild female werewolf raised her head and said loudly:
"We are willing to follow you on this destined battlefield, and we will never let you down!"
"Very good, let's go then."
Murphy moved his neck and reset the countdown of the mechanical pocket watch to thirty minutes. He took one last look at Mosina, who was being carefully removed from the back of her head by the old flywheel, and then led the werewolves onto the teleportation board to go to Cree.
The battlefield of the wooden fortress.
——
The memory modules of the Sentinels have upgrade slots when they are installed, so they do not have to replace new plug-ins while losing their past memories. Because the Sentinels have unified components, the data reading of this thing is instantaneous.
The moment Old Feilun and Little Sharon inserted the memory core into the back of Mosina's head, Mosina's compatibility program had already started, even if it was still temporarily shut down, and began to import the data in the new memory module into Sentinel's.
Processing core.
This involves a very strange question.
For example, do robots dream about electric sheep? Or, more simply, do sentinels dream?
Mosina had never had a dream before.
Although their designs are very advanced, they have not reached the point where they can use data programs to simulate dreams. It's not that the Creator's black technology can't do it, but it's just that there's no need to do so.
After all, what the Creator needs is a group of determined and brave warriors, not a group of funny robots who are sad for spring and autumn. Besides, on the battlefield facing subspace, things like dreams will become pervasive even if they are digital bionic simulations.
Chaos contamination is a vector for memetic propagation.
But this time, Mosna was pulled into a strange "data dream" before restarting.
She opened her eyes in the dream that was outlined and woven by thousands of characters and data streams, and what she saw was another Sentinel individual that was almost exactly the same as herself.
The latter was like himself in the mirror, standing in front of him and looking at her with a sentimental and gentle attitude that did not belong to a mechanical creature.
Mosna saw the combat module hidden on the opponent's body and knew that it was a combat sentry. From the special number that only the sentry could interpret, she could tell that this was an elite commander with an attack style.
Mosina immediately stood up straight and said loudly:
"Salute to you, Commander!"
"ah?"
This reaction shocked the other party.
Then the guy covered his mouth and let out a crisp laugh. His gesture was not like the reaction of sentries at all, but rather like a real living life.
"You are still so out of touch, sister. It seems that even General Fimes' personal training cannot restore you to the stability you should have as an elite sentinel maintainer."
The data image left in Monica's memory core said softly with a hint of emotion:
"But that's okay. Maybe the Creator added more wonderful ingenuity when shaping you, giving you an optimistic trait that other sentinels don't have. This makes you incompatible with other people and at the same time becomes that
Someone who always attracts attention, or a 'troublemaker'.
Alas, I'm sorry this farewell took so long, but it finally came.
I'm also sorry that I can only see you again in this "afterimage" attitude, Mosna. After you wake up, you will remember everything that happened thousands of years ago, but please don't be sad for me, I have already walked into
The most perfect ending the Sentinels could get.
My story has ended, but due to the twists and turns of fate, your story seems to have just begun from now on.
This can be considered as fulfilling your dream.
After all, when we were on duty on the patrol ship, you kept complaining that the subspace was too boring and wanted to have a good look at the material world shaped by the Creator.
Sister, cherish this journey.
I gained some precious things from the torture of subspace, and I leave them to you so that you can feel the joy, excitement, expectation and dream more truly.
You may become a real 'person', not just a tool.
Perhaps this is what the Creator wants to see. He created this world not only for those exiles, but also as our home.
Don't cry for me, Mosna.
I will stay with you until the end of this road."
The phantom walked up to the confused Mosina, stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, and left the last farewell kiss on her sister's forehead as the digitized pixels dissipated.
"It's time for you to wake up, go ahead, embrace your new life, and see for me a future that may not be bright but is definitely worth fighting for."
In the reverberation of the remaining sound, Mosna's system was restarted. When she opened her eyes, the intense data flow oscillated rapidly in her mind, even causing dangerous sparks to burst out from multiple of her chips.
In these "romances" unique to robots, she recalled the memory data that had been deleted by herself. Of course, it was recorded from Monica's perspective about the event that happened more than a thousand years ago.
"The subspace rift is about to get out of control! The team has suffered heavy losses, and the Legion's frontline is also being besieged by the subspace shadow. The headquarters cannot send more warriors Monica! Now there are only two of us left, and we must suppress the re-expansion of this rift."
"Repair the energy capsule of the base, sister. I brought this strange module. The vampire councilor told me before he lost his memory that this thing they made can suppress the power of chaos."
"No! Its positioning beacon is damaged, and we can't accurately locate the core node! Damn it, we don't have a standard super-dimensional beacon on hand Monica! What are you going to do? Come back quickly!"
"I can jump over, sister, and use my ultra-dimensional radar signal instead of the positioning signal. I am a combat sentry. I have subspace countermeasures and purification modules. I can persist longer."
"I don't allow it! Come back! We can still do it"
"Sister, fix it! This is our last chance. The sentries cannot fail their mission. The Creator is watching us."
"Monica, come back! Don't"
"Let me go! You are not a combat sentry. You cannot withstand this level of chaos, Mosna! You idiot, let me go!"
"I won't let go. You are my little sister. When we walked off the production line together, I knew that I must take good care of you. The emotional module that the Creator gave me when he created me was too active.
I know it's a problem, and I know I'm a troublemaker, but I just don't want to give up on you! Monica I don't."
"Didi didi detected that chaos pollution broke through the safety threshold and gave a level one warning! The pollution meme is generating memory module formatting and starting."
"No! No!!! Monica, I don't want to forget you, I won't forget you, I swear"
"Be strong, sister, we will meet again."
The disordered memory fragments replayed the parting that happened thousands of years ago, and Mosna's memory was fixed on the moment when Monica was swallowed by the rift in the subspace.
She remembered everything, but she had missed it all. The belated farewell was over before it began.
"I forgot about her. God, I forgot that I didn't even say goodbye to her. God be upon me."
Mosina collapsed on the spot, covering her face with her hands and screaming. However, robots and vampires were unable to shed tears. This was not a gentle world for them.
Next to her, little Sharon wanted to step forward to comfort her lost mentor, but Old Feilun reached out to hold him down. The old halfling, who also had an unforgettable past, glanced at Mosna with pity. He shook his head and whispered:
"Give her some time. Despair and sadness always need a person to taste slowly before hope can be brewed. Alas, there is another sad person in this damn world."
